Thalassa kept soothing herself that it was time to move on.

Staring into the mirror, she took in her pale reflection and her wretched face streaked with tears as a self-deprecating smile twisted her lips.

"Thalassa, it's been three years. Why are you still such a wreck? Why can't you live freely for yourself just like everyone else?" She said to herself. Yeah, living freely, not caring about anyone who didn't matter.

From now on, the only people who matter in her life would be her four kids and her aunt.

With some effort, Thalassa managed to adjust her emotions, wiping her face dry with a tissue before turning to leave the bathroom.

As she stepped out, she accidentally bumped into a wheelchair, losing her balance and instinctively lunging forward.

"Ah!" she exclaimed, trying to steady herself, only to lock eyes with Lysander's distinct, breathtakingly handsome face.

she struggled to keep from falling

only made

crash right against his solid

of events was both swift

of the man were striking her face with that familiar, intoxicating masculine scent that enveloped

his arms and her lips still pressed against his, she scrambled to get up, pushing against the wheelchair armrest in panic, "I'm so sorry, I

a frantic manner, a strong hand

NOW PLAY YOUR

FAVOURITE GAMES ON

managed to brace herself, fell into Lysander's embrace again. Her heart suddenly raced and she was in such a frenzy. Lysander's chiseled face was inches from hers

that easy, is it?"

on her sensitive ear made her shiver as she quickly explained, "No, I really

you couldn't see me?" Lysander's deep tone carried a hint

explained hastily, "No, I was upset

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